CHAPTER 28
The first time I caught them, I thought that would be it.
The image of Tina pressed against Chen, their mouths tangled, her hand disappearing beneath his shirt—I thought that would be the peak of betrayal. That I had seen the worst. That I could move on with a clean, scorched heart.
But I was wrong.
There are worse things than catching two people you love kissing behind your back.
Like walking into your mother’s house—your house—and hearing the creak of the guest bed.
The slow, unhurried rhythm of skin meeting skin.
The breathless, hushed voice that wasn’t mine.
And knowing—before even opening the door—what I was about to see.
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I didn’t mean to be there. Honestly, I didn’t. I hadn’t even planned to go home that night. I only came to grab a pair of shoes I’d left in th
